Nighttime, with stars of gold,
a boy and girl, walk so bold.

Moonlight, lights the path,
into a forest, a pine needle bath.

The path is clear, very distinct,
the boy leads the girl, as if by instinct.

The girl asks no questions, demands no words,
while the boy leads her on, no sound, no birds.

They reach a clearing, grass and no trees,
the grass in waves, an emerald breeze.

In the center of the clearing, a garden behold,
the boy leads the girl, for her fortune to be told.

He points to a white chrysanthemum and says “that is truth”,
“I have many things to tell you, my fountain of youth”

She looks at him, puzzlement in her eyes,
and she waits for the truth, there are no lies.

He points to some fennel, with an aura of sunlight,
and says “you give me strength and you let me fight”.

He points to purple heather and continues to speak,
“I admire your beauty and solitude”, and he strokes her cheek.

He moves forward and points to a passion flower,
the petals like snow, in a winter shower.

He says “I have and always will be faithful to you”,
“in friendship, in love, my word is for you”.

He points to Queen Anne’s Lace, wide petals and honey yellow,
“being here with you seems like a fantasy”, in a tone so mellow.

He points to a plum blossom and says with feeling,
“I wish you a long life and eternal beauty, ever endearing”.

He walks over to a peony flower, fuschia infusion,
“I wish to heal your pains, and your confusion”

She smiles a little, and says nothing at all,
joy swells within her, making her feel tall.

He stands under mistletoe, red rubies on stems,
” You deserve affection and love” he says to the gem.

He picks up a white lilac and brings it to her,
“I’ve had only one dream of love and lover”.

Looking at Jasmine, blood-red in the light,
“I’ve felt happiness yet a foreboding to tell you what I must say this night”

He sees some Jonquil and up rises emotion,
“I wish I could have, a strong love potion”.

He looks at Gardenia, white icing in waves,
and says “I’ve loved you in secret, it’s been more than just days”.

He spies a rose and he puts it in her hair,
“I have something to say”, his cheeks emit, a rosy flair.

“I have all the flowers, and I’m missing one”
“I love you, will you be the one?”

She kisses him hard, much to his surprise,
and says “I love you too”, a new day, a new life, their sunrise.